At the science library this morning, the usual odd mixture of people is using the public internet/database computers. I walk past a 50s-ish dude using yahoomail, he's got a salt-n-pepper mustache, a faded denim shirt, and piano-key novelty socks on. He's typing: "Well for one thing I like your body (what little of it I've seen)..."

My kingdom for someone to install a keystroke monitor on the library's workstations.

Posted by dbrown at April 14, 2005 01:45 PM

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To see who is playing his socks? From the sounds of that email, nobody.

Posted by: rach on April 14, 2005 07:42 PM

Love blooms (sort of) in the room of the yellow network cables. I've got to give major props to the librarian who today expunged three books wrongly charged to my lost library card.

I'd also like to thank God.
And my mother.
And all the people who believed in me.